June 8, 2009

Lucky Little Newbie

by Impet

Almost everything had been going wrong today.

This day had to be the most dire of each one
that had ever been. Impet had slept through the crier's
calling the new day's arrival, but it must have been named something
like 'The Most Foul Day You Shall Know'. Until today,
everything had been going so well.

It is Double Experience until Monday at 3am!
You get twice the experience!

Vryce had recently recast magics of enhanced
learning and growth upon the land, and her clan had gathered to
celebrate this with a form that hunted for incredibly many hours,
crossing the world again and again until there was nearly nothing
left for her to learn in the mastery of clerical magic. Deeply
addicted to the use of mana, Impet had decided to follow the
warrior's path next in the hopes that she might get past it and
return to being a caster as quickly as possible.

She was about two thirds of the way to being
done with the warrior's path when she woke to this most cursed day.
Still poorly adjusted to the mindset of a warrior, Impet clung to
the clothing of a cleric and struggled to slowly cast what spells
she could. Bad luck was so thick upon the air this day that
Impet could see, feel, and smell it. And form-mates, clanmates,
and she herself died again and again to one misfortune or another
until finally she and a small handful of clanmates had clustered
underground in the mines under Riverton, safely grubbing for
experience a small drip at a time. Painfully slowly, but far
faster then waiting for someone to be reborn yet again.

No sooner had we reached Thanos and started to
patrol through it then another clanmate wished to join.
Further bad luck, this joiner died trying to reach us, then two of
our form died trying to reach their oh-so-close corpse for saving.
Regrouped and together at last, we returned to the swamp and with a
push rapidly slew the less savage pests in our way, then paused
before the final effort to reach the waterfall into the Catacombs.

With a rush, we made it through! And we
were alone within the Catacombs. Eggs on the ground, Eggs all
around. It could have been, should have been glorious... but
this was 'The Most Foul Day You Shall Know'. Within two
minutes of the five of us getting there, several things had
happened.

Alsym has lost his link. (And did not return)
[CLAN] Impet has reached LEVEL 21![FORM] Asra tells everyone, 'i
should log off tho or at least not pay so much attention to med'.
(And Asra left us)[FORM] Templin tells everyone, 'rem lights'.
(not everyone listens)Zoda winces in pain as flying darts pierce
his neck and face.[CLAN] Zoda has BEEN KILLED!

Impet hurried to keep up with Templin, and out
of his way. The hero had paused only a moment to look back
when Zoda fell before pushing on, and Impet was sure she would not
live long down here. Unable to sneak and still suffering from
mana-withdrawl, she was not quite a cleric and definitely not a real
warrior. But it was glorious following Templin here for the
'combs were something that heroes did, and it was special just being
here, however short that time might be.

[FORM] Templin tells everyone, 'fyrie has died
8 times so far trying to get to combs'.Templin laughs.[FORM]
Impet tells everyone, 'hrm?'.*Templin says, 'fyrie just died
againagain again again.... . .'.
*You say, 'so sad, bet she wishes she was me and here with youyou
you you....

Surprisingly, things went well. It was
very dark in much of the combs, but Impet held a veil of white mist
close to her face and peered at what she could barely see. And
she barely saw plenty of eggs, which Templin allowed her to collect.
She had filled up the rest of a odds and ends filled jar and started
filling a backpack when their luck finally ran out. Until now,
Templin had an answer to every problem they faced, and Impet had
simply hid behind him and healed him or harmed their foes as best
she could while they fought, as if she was once again the caster she
wished she could be. Then Templin picked a battle they could
not win.

Even bad luck turned good has to end
eventually. Came a time to flee, and Impet rushed into a room
filled with stalactites, cave weeds, and danger, and unable to flee
again she died there.

She expected Sir Templin Lonewolf, Shadow in
the Mist to continue without her, as the others who left or fallen
had been left behind, but he returned and saved her. Many more
eggs were gathered from the stony ground and cooling corpses until
finally, while reaching to take another eleven eggs from a bloodied
mound of torn flesh.

Somewhere during the adventure, another day
must have dawned while she was to busy to listen to the Crier's
calling. It just wasn't possible to have this much fun and
success on 'The Most Foul Day You Shall Know'.